Sitting, Smiling, Bathing, Tubbing. Birds, Pogi, and Plenty of Fun!

With the Independence Day holiday this last Thursday, I took advantage and made it into an extra-specially long weekend by taking Friday off from work. It was the best!

On the 4th, Nathan was blessed with lots of homework so Dom and I left him at home with Pogi’s help while we went to the zoo. I took my camera and left it in the diaper bag until the very end. This is how this picture (below) went down:

Oh how patriotic, the bald eagles! Let’s get a picture with them behind us.

Dustin takes the camera while Maren and I line up with the boys in the stroller.


Oh, the bald eagle flew away.

Can you see the other eagle hiding in the shadow?

Dustin: sure.

Picture taken.

Looking at the picture later: look how HAPPY our two boys are! Happy 4th to you.


Dom’s favorite was probably the polar bear that was pacing around his den and then outside, making circles in the dirt.

On the way home, he had to check on me in the car: “How’s the view from up there, mom? I got my sock. Yep. Light turned green. Green means go.”


Back at home, Pogi sat with Dom for a little bonding. They had truly missed each other. Truly. Madly. Deeply.


We barbecued at my parents that evening and enjoyed some relaxing time in the hot tub. Technically, it was more of a warm tub since it was nearing 100 degrees. Dom appreciated splashing around and standing up on his own.


On Friday, after Dom’s swimming class, our family (minus Pogi) went to Tracy Aviary with Laina, Hobbes and Alice. THIS TIME WE GOT A PICTURE WITH TWO BALD EAGLES. SO PATRIOTIC.


A peacock showed off for us. Not bad, bird; not bad.


And a few other gems from the outing:


To finish the weekend strong, Dom and Dad had a staring contest. Nathan won because SOMEBODY doesn’t have a very long attention span.


And here are a few bonus pictures for you: Pogi apparently loves Dom’s jumper and Dom apparently loves his baths and his dinners!



Conference Weekend Cabin Contentment

We have officially taken our first trip with Dominic. At the wise age of 4 and a half months, he has now slept somewhere other than the hospital or his home. We spent a night at my parent’s cabin in Midway with some family. That night was a bit of a disaster.

Little man went to sleep at 8:00 pm.

I left the bedroom door open (Dom’s pack ‘n play was set up in the walk-in closet), and went to sit in the family room with Maren and Laina. The husbands were not home yet from the Priesthood session of General Conference.

After about an hour, a baby was crying. All three moms looked at each other with bated breath. Who’s kid was crying? “It’s mine,” I said. Dom had woken up. It was 9:00 pm. After popping a binkie in his mouth, he seemed to settle down and go back to sleep. Phew, I thought. I joined the women on the couch.

The boys got home with food (more on that below) and we started eating until there was more crying. It was Dom again. It was around 10:00 pm now. Nathan went in and got him back to sleep. Eventually, we went into the bedroom, collapsed on the king size bed that was the creakiest thing I have ever encountered, and went to sleep.

There it was again: Dom crying. It was around 1:00 am. I got up and nursed him. He had a hard time, though, due to his stuffy nose. I thought I had him back to sleep and put him back into the closet. I was wrong. For the next three hours, Nathan and I made attempts to get him back to sleep. I started to cry in frustration so Nathan took him out to the living room so that I could sleep for a bit. Then Dom finally fell asleep. Sleeping on his side, he could actually breath through his stuffy nose. Nathan put him in the pack ‘n play and we went back to sleep.

Dom woke up at 5:30 crying. I nursed him again and he went back to sleep.

He woke up for the day around 7:00 am. I felt INVIGORATED.

Okay, so the night was a disaster, but the other part of the weekend was pretty fabulous. We drove up Saturday morning and Dom slept the entire 40-minute drive. We met up with Thane, Laina, Hobbes and Alice who had come up the night before and now had the TVs on, watching General Conference. We joined them sitting on the squeaky king-size bed, attempting to listen to the speakers, but paying more attention to the children. Eventually, Maren, Dustin and Campbell joined us as well.


Mick, Tracy, Annie, Emma, Abe, Jane and Kate came up late Saturday afternoon, but not to the cabin. They were staying in a little suite (courtesy of Opa) at Zermatt Resort. We took advantage of this by going to the pool. In case you can’t tell, it was steamy by the hot tub and fogged up my camera’s lens. All of the kids enjoyed their swim. Cousins like swimming. And clearly, Maren and Campbell couldn’t care less about the “wait 30 minutes after eating to swim” rule. I bet Michael Phelps doesn’t wait to get in the pool after eating. Just saying.


Remember how I told you that I would expound upon the food that the men brought home after the priesthood session? Good. This is where I am going to expound. The guys brought back Mexican food. It was A LOT of food. We needed to take a picture of it all, right? I climbed up on one of the recliners and told people to say cheese. Good job, Maren.

After we finished all of the food, we had to take “fat” pictures, right? RIGHT! I am surprised that Dom didn’t wake up from the laughing. Everything’s so much funnier when you’re sleep deprived and filled up on so-so Mexican food.


When we returned home from the cabin, the bag filled with Dom’s toys and books was left on the floor in our front room. I asked Pogi if he would please unpack it. He didn’t do a very good job of putting ANYTHING away. One day, perhaps, I will get that cat to do something USEFUL.

Gettin’ Old Little Man

Remember how it was 72 degrees last week? Remember how we started to get excited for spring? Remember how this is FOOLISH and the poor plants that fall for this cruel trick FREEZE TO DEATH? You do? Good job then. Nice memory.

It’s kind of funny, I suppose, that one of the reasons I tell people I love living in Utah is because we get four seasons. It makes me wonder: if the season of spring only manages to show up for about two weeks after the last snow and before 100 degrees hits, does that really counts as a full season? What do you think? Perhaps we only have 3.14 seasons. We have pi seasons. I love Utah because it has pi seasons. Good reasoning.

snowThis was what the day looked like for us: a nice dusting of snow. The temperatures were in the 30’s so last week’s 70’s seemed only like a vague dream. What a good dream it was.

I’m pretty sure that Dom was confused when I pulled out his fleece again. He certainly must have thought, after last week, that he would get to bust out shorts or start running around in only his diapers now. That kid was EXCITED, I tell you what. And then this morning, he watched as I reached into the closet and pulled out his blue, full-body coat. He sighed.

Once I had him all bundled up, we braved the chilly snowflakes that landed on our eyelashes as we hurried out to the car. We were off, but not to daycare today. We were off to the clinic for Dom’s dreaded four-month appointment. I’m pretty sure that last night, he could SENSE the imminent shots and therefore, did not sleep well. I don’t blame him. Nobody wants to get jabbed and vaccinated. I had my tetanus shot a few months back and am NOT A FAN. (Flu shots, we can be friends, but definitely not the cruel tetanus and I.)

Here’s what we learned at the doc’s today: Dom weighs 13 lbs 8 ounces, putting him in the 26th percentile. That’s a good percentile, wouldn’t you agree? His head is 27th percentile and for length, he’s 50th. He’s a healthy kiddo. I was glad to see this because he struggled with the bottle for about two weeks when he started daycare.

dom_sleepingAnd then poor little guy had his shots. He screamed and I felt bad and the medical assistants felt bad, and really, nobody was enjoying this moment. Even if Pogi had come with us, he would not have enjoyed it one bit either. After nursing, we drove home, and he was OUT within minutes of getting in the car. I put him down in his crib still in his fleece. See? He’s out. Shots will do that to ya.

I love my little man more each day and now that we are starting to get to know his personality, we are having so much fun. He’s a very happy kid, quick to smile at everyone (which the old ladies at church love), has a great giggle, and is very proud of his butt chin. I think he likes it because it means his mom will let him say the word, butt. Ha. Butt chin. Of course my little kid can say that.

He and Pogi really are good friends. He watches the cat whenever he’s around and this morning, as I buckled him into his car seat, I asked him where his kitty was. I am pretty sure that he looked around until he found him. Pogi was sitting on top of the desk and when Dom saw him, he smiled and watched him while I finished buckling. Pogi tries to help all of the time, with diaper changes, folding laundry, playing with toys, and reading books. I’ll tell you, my friends, it’s pretty adorable when Pogi rubs his face against Dom’s hand and that brings a big smile for little man. We like happiness! We live after its manner. Happy four months, son!


Better Friends Than Fox & Hound


Little D Man is getting bigger now and gets to graduate from just floor time to sitting time. This means that Pogi is even more interested in him. Each new skill Dom masters means he is one step closer to throwing something. Pogi is anxiously awaiting his ability to throw cat toys down the hall. Then, we can just leave the cat in charge and go to a movie. Dom and Pogi will happily play fetch for hours, I’m sure.

Dom and Pogi are good buddies now. They like to play together. I suppose I should say: Pogi likes to try and play with Dom; Dom is still learning what hands are. I tried to take some pictures of the two of them playing together the other day, but they kept on moving. I asked them to hold still, but nobody obeys mom in this household.


So then I switched to video. Much better.

Christmas Time is Here!

This is just to say…

  • Christmas treats are delicious
  • Too bad it won’t be a white Christmas here
  • But we should have blue skies, no inversion 🙂
  • We finally put up decorations and our tree this week
  • Pogi has not eaten the tree or even knocked off one ornament (yet)
  • Lots of time with family (even though we really miss fam in Texas)
  • Cross your fingers that my fantasy team manages to pull off a championship (it’s close)
  • Time off of work, hip hip pooray!
  • And lots of time to spend with Nathan, thanks to holiday vacation time!

What’s on your list?

Last Night’s Break In

Nathan installed a home security for us after 5 of our neighbors had break-ins and 1 was an attempted break-in. Hooray for security, right?

It means that we can save money and no longer have to send Pogi to Attack Cat School. (Thanks to Randy for helping us get the equipment.)

So with our set up, we have a panel in our dining room and then a touch screen in the bedroom that links to that. Both would beep crazy loud if, after we’ve armed them, either the front door or the sliding door were opened. Nathan installed sensors on both of those entries.

So last night, around 2:30 am, I woke up to BLARING, ANNOYING, INCREDIBLY LOUD BEEPING.

I hit Nathan.

He’s the man of the house. It’s his job to save me from the intruder… since Pogi didn’t go to those classes.

GO GET ‘EM HONEY… wield your fisticuffs or something.

And that’s it. That’s the end of the story. All of that rising action and then, nothing. No climax.

The house was safe. The doors were locked and shut. The alarm was just going through menopause or something and had a middle-of-the-night, blaring hot flash. Once we got it turned off and got back in bed, I slept really well.

But that’s only if “slept really well” equates to “woke up at least once an hour to look over at the touch screen and see if it was hot flashing and blaring again.”

Despite that, I was grateful that it was a false alarm. Pogi hasn’t learned ANY attack skills.